Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Xiao Gang's dreams are usually quite interesting; they're either about cooking or... well, they're pretty rich in content.

Ok?

An energy fluctuation that made it feel uneasy came from the artifact tent.

Sensing the fluctuations of superpowers, it turned its head and saw that the artifact tent had been torn apart from the inside by something, and a huge black figure quickly took shape in the moonlight.

The Gengar's eyes widened suddenly.

"Geng...Gengge?!"

What, what, what is this thing?!

Hearing a sound, the giant Gengar looked down at its miniature version.

what--

Unexpectedly, the first person he saw after being sealed away for thousands of years was one of his own people.

That's really great!

It instinctively grinned at Ash's Gengar.

Under the moonlight, the smile looked particularly eerie on its ferocious face.

Gengar tensed up.

It looked at its fellow human being, who was many times larger than itself, and had only one thought in its mind.

What is it trying to do? Why is it smiling at me?

It's so big and has tattoos, it's definitely not a good ghost. Is it trying to eat me?!

Wait, Gengar doesn't eat Gengar, right?

...But what if it eats it?!

In an instant, countless thoughts exploded in Gengar's mind, causing it to crash.

As is well known, organisms in a crashed state can only perform the most basic life activities.

Breathing, heartbeat, and—the instinctive stress response.

Gengar, feeling that it was under mortal threat, acted a hundred times faster than its brain and instinctively unleashed a hypnotic spell with all its might!

Before the giant Gengar could say a word, the scene before its eyes suddenly blurred.

When it comes to its senses—

It found itself sitting at a narrow desk.

A stark white fluorescent light shone overhead, and a blank exam paper lay before me.

On both sides were giant Gengar that looked exactly like him, each sitting upright with a solemn expression.

Upholding the integrity of the examination process and enforcing strict examination discipline.

[The exam has begun. Please begin answering the questions.]

A cold, mechanical voice came from above, devoid of emotion or warmth.

Giant Gengar: ...?

Exam? Test taker?

What is that?

As an old Gengar who knew nothing, it looked down at the pen in its hand and then at the test paper in front of it.

Please briefly describe the energy compression formula for Shadow Sphere and derive the relationship between the optimal release distance and energy level.

"???"

210. I initiate the exchange of positions!

Upon seeing the words on the test paper, the giant Gengar only panicked for a moment before calming down.

That's it?

Its lips slowly curled upwards, forming a wicked arc, and its heart was filled with confidence!

Of course.

It's impossible for someone to do it.

After all, it can't even recognize all the characters. The crooked human characters look like a group of crawling insects. How could it possibly make them?

But it knew very well that it had just broken free from the seal and hadn't even had a chance to catch its breath before being dragged into this hellish place. It must have been hypnotized!

...Then the answer is obvious!

You're the one watching me, aren't you?

Alakazam!

A fierce glint flashed in the giant Gengar's eyes.

OK!

I didn't expect you to sneak out of the seal too, and you came right out of here with this dirty trick!

Looks like they didn't get enough of fighting a thousand years ago, and now they want to continue, huh?

It's been a thousand years.

Who would have thought that our first meeting after reuniting would be a hypnotic spell?

That's so childish.

Snapped!

The giant Gengar slammed its pen on the table and glanced at the other Gengars sitting around it.

You must be one of them, right?

Hmph, what a trivial skill!

A mere illusion... Gengar can break it with a flick of its finger!

The giant Gengar took a deep breath.

Dark purple energy surged from its body. Although it was a ghost-type, it had lived for so many years, and its willpower was no joke!

Breaking hypnosis doesn't require any fancy tricks; all you need is one thing—

Reckless!

.......

The real world.

The cool moonlight shone around the campsite.

Ash's Gengar snapped out of its daze and stared intently at the enormous fellow creature in front of it.

The giant Gengar unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks at the air.

Not only were his eyes vacant, but he also had a silly grin on his lips.

Sensing what was happening in the illusion world, Gengar blinked instinctively, its eyes filled with disbelief.

No... is that all?

Getting intimate with your illusionary self? Can't you tell it's all fake?

How come your mental strength is still so weak after all these years?

Gengar scratched his head, though he didn't understand the situation.

But in this situation, we should first find the right people.

Without the slightest hesitation, it turned and charged towards the wooden house, crashing headfirst... directly through the door of the wooden house.

Inside the house, Xiao Zhi was sleeping soundly, wrapped in his sleeping bag.

Gengar pounced, grabbed his shoulders with its two claws, and shook him violently up and down.

"Hmm... it's Gengar? What happened?"

Ash looked at Gengar in a daze.

"What......"

Ash's expression changed as he watched Gengar gesticulate wildly.

"...A giant Gengar? Right outside?!"

He jumped out of bed, grabbed Pikachu who was still snoring beside his pillow, and shook it vigorously.

"Pikachu...?"

Pikachu pricked up its ears, still half asleep.

"Pikachu! Quick, go wake up the others! Elder Lance—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"I'm here."

The voice of Yulongdu came from the corner.

His eyes were clear; he didn't look like he had just been woken up.

In fact, he had been awake the moment Gengar barged in.

As the king of the Kanto region, he still has this much awareness.

Ash and the other three stepped out of the cabin before they could see that the camp under the moonlight had changed.

All that remains of the site of the cultural relic tent is a pile of rags and twisted metal frames.

In the center of these ruins, a giant Gengar is engaged in a fierce battle with the air.

It throws a punch with its left hand and a claw with its right, its movements wide and sweeping.

Sometimes it ducks to avoid some non-existent attack, and sometimes it leaps up as if dodging an invisible shockwave.